We had some pretty heavy rains at the Currant Farm last week which the new currant berries loved. They’re still green but beginning to plump up nicely.
So, a day of steady showers broke the dry spell we were starting to get into and came at just the right time. When we have a steady summer rain at the end of a dry spell, I love to imagine the rejuvenating droplets falling several hundred feet from some unnamed cloud, splashing on the mean, armored clay and convincing it, with gentle persistence to soften its countenance and open itself to nature’s ambrosia.
Then, seeping deep into the soils, the drenching swells the withered roots of the currant bushes, wildflowers, Riesling grapes, sugar bush and countless trees as they absorb this liquid life and pass it from saturated cell to cell to the furthest most tips of their being. These musings connect me to the natural world that is the Currant Farm and always makes me happy.